Sitting at the retreat there were so many people telling heartbreaking stories of their JVC experience so far and the work they are doing. Then, there was me. Running a youth group for some kids in a working class neighborhood. None of my students are starving. None of them are homeless. Are there issues not as serious as someone suffering in New York City?
I'm guilty of not giving them the attention that the deserve, I must say. I have ignored their issues and chalked them up to high school drama...but their issues are real. Their problems exist and deserve my attention.
I'm guilty of not giving them the attention that the deserve, I must say. I have ignored their issues and chalked them up to high school drama...but their issues are real. Their problems exist and deserve my attention.
Where did these lines of social justice come from?
We assume our neighbors are fine. We pass judgments on their economic standings and their family life. Do we really know what personal crosses on person is carrying on their back? No. We don't. That's the simple answer. We never know for sure.
Empathy might begin in an urban setting, but it ends right in your own community.
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